Soon, the matter of Kite was settled for the time being.
Cordis finally got a rare chance to rest. He lay in his hotel bed and slept for two full days, heedless of day or night, while the wound around his right eye rapidly healed.
But that life lasted only two days. After that, Cordis spent every day either in a meeting or on his way to one.
A few weeks later.
Everyone boarded a train to begin the next stage of their plan.
Cordis sat in a corner of the carriage, holding a steaming cup of coffee. Since it was free, he knocked back seven or eight cups in a row.
Only when an attendant came over to talk him out of it did he reluctantly stop, looking thoroughly displeased.
The country wasn't particularly developed, so its trains were old, slow, green-painted models. The ride was so bumpy that Cordis's backside had gone numb.
According to the others, they still had some time before reaching their destination. Though the place was hardly suited to sleeping, Cordis was willing to make do.
The scenery outside was picturesque, and the thoughtful female attendant even brought him a blanket.
That instantly improved the mood of Cordis, who had been so annoyed by his short vacation that he'd wanted to go on strike.
Of course, it would have been even better without Knuckle, Gon, and Killua noisily playing cards beside him. Knuckle was the worst of the lot.
Every time he lost, he started wailing like a banshee.
Just as Cordis pulled the blanket over his head in a futile attempt to block out the howling, the usually cheerful Morel suddenly grew worried.
"Is this really okay? Won't we be breaking our agreement with the old man?"
Knov, who had been fiddling with